Chapter 886: Yun Ying is waiting to be married
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Chapter 886: Yun Ying is waiting to be married
Leng Huaping turned his head and glanced at Di'an Shizi, who thought that Leng Huaping didn't like the shop, and was about to explain to the small vendor owner when Leng Huaping had already spoken: "This is my brother." I'm still waiting to be married! ”
Seeing Leng Huaping's sweet smile, the little vendor didn't mean to blame himself, and he laughed honestly twice and then said to Leng Huaping, "Then girl, let's see if you want to buy a mask for your brother, with a blessing, we will have a ghost sacrifice event here in two days!" ”
"Oh well! Then buy one! Leng Huaping generously gave money to the small vendor owner, and picked one for himself to bring to the prince of Di'an.
When the vendor saw it, he brought a powerful Kuadian Shizi with might, like a general.
In short, after this trip, Leng Huaping bought a lot of things for Di'an Shizi, many of which were related to the ghost worship activities mentioned by the small vendor owner.
Knowing that after returning to the post station, Di'an Shizi asked the kitchen to put a bowl of noodles on Leng Huaping, and sat in the hall and said to Leng Huaping: "We will leave tomorrow, why buy so many things, we will not participate in that ghost worship activity." ”
"But you're a general!" Leng Huaping suddenly replied with a sentence, which made Di'an Shizi confused, and he didn't understand the meaning of Leng Huaping, so he asked, "What."
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What does that mean? ”
"The battlefield is changing rapidly, and I hope you will always be safe." Therefore, the things that Leng Huaping bought have a certain blessing effect.
"But you don't have to buy it at all." Although he was talking about the cold painting screen, his hands were tightly grasping everything that the cold painting screen sold to him.
Carefully cared for as if he was hiding a treasure, Leng Huaping just smiled and said, "Because you are my brother!" ”
Brother!
These two words instantly made the prince of Di'an let go of his hand, and said from the original loss to the last panic: "The princess's brothers are those princes, Di'an doesn't dare!" ”
They all called the princess directly, and the prince of Di'an also knew the meaning of the cold painting screen, there was no possibility between them! The most intimate relationship is only as Leng Huaping said, the brother in his heart.
The cold painting screen can't give the prince of Di'an what he wants, so before he causes a catastrophe, it is better to cut off the thoughts of the prince of Di'an early. Listening to the word "princess" shouted by the prince of Di'an, Leng Huaping also knew that the prince of Di'an understood what he wanted to express.
"I said you were my brother!" Leng Huaping smiled and said a little willfully, "I also have an elder brother in Dajin, his name is Leng Qingfeng. ”
Listening to Leng Huaping tell the story of living in Dajin, Di'an Shizi was fascinated by it, so he didn't stay sad because of Leng Huaping's words.
After waiting for Leng Huaping to eat noodles and go back to the room to rest, he realized that he seemed to be soothed by Leng Huaping's inner trauma.
Looking at the pile of things on the table, Di An Shizi suddenly laughed out with relief: "It's not possible in the first place, why bother Xiao?"
After Di'an Shizi figured it out, he stared at the moonlight outside the window sadly and smiled, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for him.
The next day, I got on the road early, as long as it was in the territory of Da Chu, every night Di An Shizi would take the cold painting screen to see the scenery of Da Chu, so after the journey, the cold painting screen did not feel how boring.
But for Her Royal Highness the Lady who wanted to see the cold painting screen, the long journey was a kind of torment.